Puppet Knight's base power stats are assessed as:

Strength>14 Dexterity>9 Constitution>12 Spirit>7 ......

And the Flame Tyrant has been evaluated by the chip and the basic combat power is:

Strength 9 Dexterity 7 Constitution 11 Spirit 18 ......

If we really want to evaluate the difference in combat power between the two, it can only be said that each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

The Puppet Knight is strong and powerful, with strong shields and swords, and also has the skill of hand-to-hand combat, and is completely able to withstand the wizard's wild bombardment to get close to the opponent and cut them to the ground. However, its spirit is only 7 points, which indicates that its own energy reserves cannot support the consumption of long-term battles.

This may be the only flaw in it!

And the Flame Tyrant, his physique and strength are enough to crush ordinary wizards and puppets, but in the face of a top puppet knight with excellent double defense of things and demons, its basic data is not enough. The Flame Tyrant's spirit is superb, allowing it to pour out a lot of sorcery on its enemies with impunity. However, its total combat power is still much inferior to that of the Puppet Knight.

And the inferior part is reflected in the bonus of auxiliary equipment!

The Puppet Knight's body is made of ordinary magic iron alloy. This is actually a helpless move. After all, if a 3-meter-tall and 76-ton all-metal puppet were all made of higher-grade Mandasor alloy, I'm afraid the cost of the puppet knight would be more than four or five times more expensive.

Therefore, in order to keep the cost down and maintain the strong combat power of the puppet knight, the puppeteer of the Gretto family used magic iron alloy to create the puppet body, and then equipped it with a tower shield of Mandaso alloy. This takes into account both cost and combat power, coupled with the integration of the soul of high-level knights, which also causes the terrifying combat power of the puppet knights to sweep all opponents of the same level.

Compared to him, the Flame Tyrant is longer than ranged attacks.

So the two went to war, and the battle scene was more like a war between an elemental wizard and a refining wizard!

If the opponent gets close, the Flame Tyrant's elementalized body can't withstand the blow of the terrifying witch weapon at all. Once the body is dismantled, the strength of the Flame Tyrant will be severely reduced, and it will be extremely difficult to win again!

So the key to the whole battle is how to keep a good distance from the opponent, and then use the Flame Tyrant's endless stream of terrifying fireballs to knock the enemy down and shatter it.

Such a nuanced combat skill is difficult to possess even if the spirit of the Flame Tyrant is already 18 points. Intelligence is not always a sign of wisdom, and that's something that all wizards understand!

If the spirit is everything, why should a wizard accumulate knowledge and hone his combat spell casting skills day after day. All the wizards stay in the wizard's tower and don't go anywhere, drink potions, meditate wildly, and try to raise their spirits......

Therefore, the only way to want the Flame Tyrant to execute this game plan meticulously is for Grim to go on the field himself, control the Flame Tyrant's body with his own consciousness, and then cooperate perfectly with the chip.

So to do that, it seems that the Flame Tyrant still needs some modifications and fixes!

Day 2.

When the red-robed witch reappeared in front of Grim, she was greeted by a long list of items.

Contrary to Grim's expectations, seeing this list, Lord Nanali, a second-order red-robed witch, was not only not angry, but overjoyed, and immediately ordered Angus, who was following closely behind, to do the full thing.

It can be seen that in the early contact with the Greto family, Lord Nanali obviously suffered great humiliation. So when Grim showed her confidence in Athletic Opanisha, she immediately used her authority to give him his full support.

The agreed time between the two families is set for 7 days later, so there is not much time left for Grim!

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Liana Mushroom Cottage.

It is a witch's abode perched atop a small dark swamp.

A total of less than ten acres of land, under the inducement of the Strange Witch Array, gave people a strange feeling of being in an incomparably black swamp.

The ground was full of foul, filthy and smelly pools, and the slow-tumbling and flowing water was surprisingly sticky. The damp mist rose and gathered over the dark swamp, blocking out the ubiquitous sunlight of the Sky City, making the dark swamp even darker and darker.

Grim held Alice by the hand and walked cautiously between the mud and the mud, never daring to let his feet get a trace of muddy water.

The data projected by the chip in his mind showed that the foul-smelling pool water was super poisonous, and even the air in this swamp was soaked with poison. Ordinary people would die instantly when they took a breath here, but a wizard like him could still breathe freely.

It's just that every time he inhales, his nasal cavity, trachea, and alveoli, the terrifying heat will kill countless virogenic bacteria. After the energy of the body, he was no longer too afraid of this biotoxin! Then, as he exhaled, a black gas visible to the naked eye would erupt.

These are the remnants of dead germs!

Most of the resources he needed to transform the Flame Tyrant had already been prepared by the Byron family, but some of the scarce resources were still lacking. After Nanali's inquiry, Liana, a second-order witch who lived in seclusion in this mushroom hut, seemed to have some inventory, so Grim could only visit in person.

As for why Nanali-sama didn't come in person, the reason is simply speechless.

Mistress Liana seems to be a witch with a strange temperament. She is extremely disgusted with all "pseudo-witches"!

In her opinion, only those who have the knowledge of ancient witches and adhere to the beliefs and traditions of witches are real witches. The truth of witches lies in the choice of fate, the guidance of the witch king, and those who no longer believe in the witch king can only be called female wizards, not worthy of the title of witch at all.

So unfortunately, Nanali-sama has become one of the targets of Witch Liana's rejection!

Before stepping into the Dark Swamp, Grim was even able to see through the hazy fog and the gaps in the ghostly tree to see a corner of the Rank 2 Witch Mushroom Hut. But since he walked into the swamp, he had been on the road for an hour, changing his line of defense several times along the way, and always keeping a close distance from the mushroom hut.

Looking back now, even the entrance from which I came has become obscure.

The foul-smelling pool of mud stirred in the water, and it seemed that some strange monster was restless underneath. And the craggy ghost tree on his side also began to sway up, and the heart palpitations of teeth and claws!

Sensing the tremor coming from Alice's little hand, Grim smiled slightly, "Alice, are you scared?"

"Hmph, I'm not afraid!" Alice said stiffly, "You think I don't know the traditions of witches?"

"What are the traditions of witches?"

"Witches all believe in the king of witches, so they are not allowed to kill each other directly, otherwise they will be regarded as common enemies by all witches!"

"Oh, and what is said?" asked Grim suspiciously, "Then if you accidentally fell into a poisonous pool and were poisoned, would it be considered a direct murder by the other party?"

"Of course, otherwise any witch can use this method to kill the guy she doesn't like!"

As soon as Alice's words landed, a dense white mist floated up from the pool beside her, lingering beside her, and soon condensed in front of her a miserable white and ugly old woman's face.

"Little one, don't be so full of words. You're not a real witch yet, and killing you won't be a breach of a witch's oath!" the old witch in the smoke chuckled.

"But I'm already a candidate for the Witch of Destiny now! if you kill me, doesn't that mean you've intervened in the selection of the Witch of Destiny? Although Alice is young-faced, she should have a lot of knowledge, and the questions she asks are just as sharp.

"The little guy is really sharp-tongued. Well, for the sake of this little guy, I'll make an exception to meet you!"

As soon as the old witch's words fell, calm returned to the stinking pool.

There was not a single leaf on the torso, and only the scrawny and wrinkled bark of the ghost tree creaked and screeched, and began to slowly move to the sides of the road.

And the mushroom hut that had been looming in the distance strangely broke through the fog and appeared in front of them.

Grim took only one step forward with Alice in his hands, and then stepped onto a gray lawn floating in the middle of the pool. And that mushroom hut sits right in the middle of this lawn.

The lawn is not large, only one acre in size.

The mushroom hut is even more inconspicuous, with a low height of only one and a half meters and a radius of less than five meters.

However, compared to the "smallness" of the mushroom hut, its simplicity and dilapidation surprised Grim even more.

Seriously, this mushroom hut is more like a common dilapidated hut in a slum.

Crooked, the corners are still covered with dense cobwebs, and the fungus, which should have been soft and shiny, is now even more dim and dilapidated, and seems to have lost its vitality.

"Come in, you two. An old, shrill voice came from inside the hut.

Grim gritted his teeth, and could only bend down and take Alice into the mushroom hut.

To Grim's astonishment, the room wasn't as small as he had imagined. Even with his height of 2 meters, he can smoothly straighten his body, and there is still nearly half a meter of space above his head from the old ceiling.

The mushroom hut was still two-story, and through the huge gaps in the dilapidated wooden planks, Grim could even see that the room above his head was a rudimentary study.

In the center of the first-floor hut is a skewed and twisted pillar with a large mold spot.

In the distance corner of the house, above the blazing fire, a large, ugly crucible was boiling an unidentified soup of a miserable green color. Floating on it were not horrible white eyes, or the arms of unidentified creatures, or human heads without a trace of flesh......

An indescribably pungent smell lingered in the room, and Grim's face turned green as soon as he took a sip of it.

Damn, this soup is poisonous!